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Show What could 15 years even begin to change ; The way he was waving the envelope en-velope under my nose and dancing around, I thought we had won the Clearing House Sweepstakes. It was the announcement for his 15 year class reunion instead. "This will be great," hubby exclaimed. ex-claimed. "We'll travel back home and you'll meet the old gang." It was then I realized that our trip to Disneyland was being traded in for a chance to sit around with "the old gang," eat pizza and listen to stories about some biology teacher they called "Liver Lips." Hubby began to recall his old glory days. He boasted, for at least half an hour, about rival schools they had beat in sports remembering details that amazed me (he has trouble remembering to take out the garbage). gar-bage). He bragged that his alma mater had the cutest girls and hottest cars in the area. He even got a little misty-eyed when he talked about how crummy the cafeteria food was. I wondered which cutie still had his class ring, and secretly hoped his old flame had quit shaving her legs and taken up wrestling. Suddenly, the color drained from his face as he dashed for the scales. I grassroots . f? Copyright l: 1 1 pecky 1 ; v Grass jjf Ji Johnson by BECKI GRASS JOHNSON could hear his moans coming from the bathroom door. "It's all right," I consoled. "You've got two whole months. I'll start you on a liquid diet first thing in the morning." Attempting to bolster his ego I added, "Just be grateful you have hair on your head." That was a mistake. "My hair," he exclaimed as he jumped to the mirror. "Just look at this gray hair!" he cried pointing to the side of his head. I squinted my eyes, concentrating to see the few lighter colored hairs he was referring to. "I think it looks very distinguished," I informed him. "There are a lot of men who visit a hairdresser to achieve that look." He didn't hear me. He had started digging through the bathroom closet for a bottle of Grecian Formula and mumbled something . about trying Lady Clairol. The next thing I knew he had emptied the bedroom closet onto the floor. He stood by the pile of clothes looking distraught. His wardrobe resembled something out of Gentleman's Gen-tleman's Quarterly ... 10 years ago. "What do I wear?" he wanted to know. "I don't even know what's in anymore." "Give your trendy brother a call," I suggested. Later, hubby returned from the telephone looking deflated. Trendy brother had asked what look he wanted to achieve. Hubby said he just wanted to look like himself. Trendy brother had responded, "We'll then, don't buy anything." At last the day came when we dropped the kids off at Grandma's and pulled the car up in front of the old high school. The parking log seemed to be filled with rental cars and new. cars tnat still temporary license plate tape-rear tape-rear window. l "Try to act like you W Jf you're doing," hubby con promised to give it my best As we walked through fej we were greeted by some of '' ' old classmates. The ars Grecian Formula was to'j 1 -. air and there was a slight sound from all the newCal y jeans. . i , "Why you old son of a f- . haven't changed a bit," changed over a slice of panP-a panP-a can of pop. They remini-; day they spray paintw;; -school's goal posts and about the time they put a frog in old Liver Lips aqfc , laughed at their jokes aW: , smiled through the convey We At last one of the o d to me and sympathetic-.' "This must be awfully, since you didn't go o sH I couldn't resist the and you could have earfan whenlsaid,"0h,lknot. you think. Perhaps y c Dad. He used to teach here." ' |
